Greetings to all barganews.com readers, and many thanks to Keane for his daily article to accompany the photos I sent-in.I would like to take this opportunity to share with everyone a few things that touched me most during those 1000km on foot, although I’m not sure I’ll be able to as with all experiences, especially those very profound ones, the only way to understand them is to live them oneself. I set-out on this trip with the knowledge that it would not be without pain, even deep in my soul, and a little fearful not knowing for sure whether I would be able to achieve my goal, then the journey begins and things start to change.

The strong connection with nature, the silence, the solitude, but also the sharing with others, probably the memory of those places where millions of people have passed through make you perceive everything differently.You start walking and after a while you feel you’re walking but you’re also the journey itself, it is as if everything is moving along with you, you do not perceive boundaries the same way, even your own physical boundaries, you do not feel yourself to be a separate individual and so then you feel a part of everything which is moving along with you. You begin to notice every little insect that cross your path and you do not step on it, everything moves with you in a perfect balance.

I do not know how to say it; but perhaps the fact that you have only a few things with you makes you feel very free and connected, I’m not sure to what; but connected and involved, relaxed, in a state of bliss and great freedom. You deal with physical problems , minor pain or more or less serious discomfort, in a different way . Days go by and you notice the beautiful colour of the relaxed and happy faces of the people around you, there is a strong sense of solidarity as we all share the few things we have, we greet one another continuously, strangers become friends for life and everyone talks about their experiences even the most personal ones with anyone willing to listen.

There are no generational contrasts and twenty year olds hit it off with seventy year olds and vice versa. Distrust and shame disappear almost entirely, in the evening we always eat all together and then sleep in dormitories together, men and women.

I discovered a humanity I thought no longer existed and this made me feel good.

The more time passes, the less there is a need to talk about certain things because it all becomes obvious, just a quick glance and we understand immediately, it all comes down to the essential things that really have value, you get used to having a lot of close and affectionate relationships with everyone.

When you get to a city you realize just how different people can be, they have grey faces, dull skin, few smiles apart for some small child, individuals separate from one another, distant, no one even touches you, no one salutes, everyone in a hurry, angry, aggressive, some with a desperate look, wary. At that point you cannot wait to leave and stop in some small town where there is more beauty and humanity, because you are in dire need of beauty and humanity , because you cannot understand the reason why man should build ugly things, you cannot accept that something cannot be functional and beautiful at the same time, and you do not understand why no one greets you as you pass, each lost in who knows what kind of trouble.

What’s surprising is that all of your travelling companions see things the same way, people who come from all over the world , they see and perceive things in the same way. And we all wonder how we could create such an absurd society. Weeks go by and you are touched emotionally by almost everything, people attain illumination in the street, you can see it in their eyes, and when they share it with you, you feel good .

Sometimes you’re so lonely that your thoughts become deafening but there is always someone ahead or behind you and that is comforting, no one is ever really alone, we are made to live in a community, on our own we really do not amount to anything . Then you reach your destination and you’re confused, meeting once more people who you have not seen for a few days or even weeks, and the emotions well-up, theirs as well, some of them you may not see ever again, but you’ll never forget them, and you feel human, sensitive and grateful.

Then you take off for the other destination, the ocean, the emotion comes back, again you meet some companions who have also decided not to stop, and everything starts over, then you get to the ocean, the emotion is so strong it’s difficult to hold back her tears and the others are in your same condition, you look at each other bright-eyed and embrace, over and over again, feeling a sense of emptiness that tightens your throat and you do not know how to regain that feeling of well-being that you had during the trip, you salute your companions, old and new, and then are alone with all your thoughts, after a few hours on the bus to go home you realize that there is no goal , there is no point of arrival but a path that does not begin and never ends, and at which point you’re well again, you realise that the only thing that matters is to live, to live in harmony with others and share with them all that surrounds us.

Now I think I can say that I understand a few words of Osho because I’ve seen and I’ve felt those feelings personally.”A white cloud does not have his own way, does not resist, do not fight, it lets itself be carried by the wind. It’s not going anywhere, has no destination, no end . You can never disappoint a white cloud because wherever it arrives, that is it’s destination. When you have a goal you are against everything and you will certainly be frustrated because you can not win against everything.”"Flow as much as you can, wildly. Do not believe in limits, and do not let anyone constrain you, for any reason. Never allow anything to become your prison. Continue to flow, to move, to roll-on; the more you are like a river, the closer you will get to the ocean.”